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My Dear Followers of Van1andCTCstories.com
I’m sorry if you opened this thinking it was a story, it isn’t. I wanted to tell you a little of my life story and put an idea to you for your opinions which CTC and I value. Read More …
Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
My Dear Followers of Van1andCTCstories.com
I’m sorry if you opened this thinking it was a story, it isn’t. I wanted to tell you a little of my life story and put an idea to you for your opinions which CTC and I value. Read More …
Jane lay there as Peter pounded into her from above, pretending, for his sake, and hers, to enjoy what he was doing. ‘Thrash your head from side to side, girl, that’s what you normally do’, she said to herself. She normally loved what they did together but today was different. How different was demonstrated clearly to her when on one of her head turns she spied her husband’s side of the bed. The familiar sight of Dave’s bedside table, complete with his dress watch and other paraphernalia, caused her to freeze. Read More …
So much has happened in a few short months that it’s now hard to remember how my doubts started. Let me think back to what happened on that extraordinary, ordinary day.
I remember it was a Wednesday, a Wednesday that started like every other ordinary work day. I left for work at seven-thirty after kissing my wife Julie and giving my two teen sons, Pete and Mick, a squeeze on the shoulder because, apparently, they weren’t babies anymore and therefore were too old for a kiss – their words, not mine – goodbye. Read More …
I finished reading the note my lawyer had just passed me and smiled, then glanced over to the other side of the courtroom. There was Laura, my hopefully soon-to-be ex-wife, with her lawyer. She glanced over and gave me a nervous but confident smile. Read More …
I’d never been to a five-star restaurant before and I gotta say it felt like alien territory to a panel beater tradie like me. Give me a small family diner every day of the week. I was damned lucky to get a table, but, apparently, the five-star hotel hosting the five-star restaurant reserved tables for house guest walk-ins. The fact it was a Monday night in mid-winter helped as well, of course. Read More …
Time to sing for your supper, guys!
Seeking honest feedback on how predictable the ending of this particular tale is.
It will probably look a whole lot better when CTC and I have gone through the editing – at least three run-throughs and a whole lot of discussion!
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“Can’t I even eat my lunch in peace, Laura?”
“I just want one more chance of talking you out of making a huge mistake, Dave. If you continue on this stupid path—”
The fingers trailing across my mini skirt clad ass as I stood facing my colleague, Julie, at the company Christmas party sent a trail of sparks straight to my libido. Say what you like, at forty-eight no amount of looking in the mirror, no amount of husbandly compliments or ones from colleagues and friends alike say, ‘you’ve still got it’, like a physical touch. The simple act of three or four fingers trailing their way slowly and sensually from left buttock to right along the line of my super-short dress. Sometimes on silky fabric, sometimes on silkier skin, at exactly the half-way point drawn along my panty covered sex. Pressing briefly but insistently. The touch, from the guy who’d walked ever so slowly behind me, made me wet in the scant three seconds it had taken him to perform the act. Read More …
THE SCENE. It’s a glorious spring day and the educational consultant has walked the Year 11 photography elective class to the local park. Cameras in hand, they’re sitting on the grass in a circle around the professional photographer. Read More …
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! How does he know? How did Dave find out? My marriage is toast, I just know it. The courts will judge Dave to be the primary caregiver of our kids, he’ll be awarded custody. I’ll be a social pariah, shunned by just about everyone in this church-going community. Forgiven by the priest with the soft words but the judging expression. Read More …